29 December—Neptune Station. On Monday we finally created a stable cut. Damian, Andersson, and I managed to work out the magnets and it just seemed like all the other levels fell into place with a pleasant 'snap' (though most of the actual sounds are of low vibrations). To tell the truth, Andersson was the one behind it. Either she was extremely lucky or she has a way with magnets.
As a matter of fact, we dined together last night. This was after the tunnel had been active and isolated for a day or so, so I guess it was reasonable to assume that that's all she had on her mind; of course, it meant the world to me to actually be able to connect with her. Is it that odd that I see tunnels in her eyes? Or that maybe I'm staring into her eyes at all?
The active cut is, as I understand, likely to influence the power distribution more than any achievement the other teams are likely to procure. Dr. Seimhalt and I passed each other in one of the side corridors and he took absolutely no effort to acknowledge my existence. Maybe they are close to something, but I can't stop my own research, partly because it's not entirely my research, but also because it seems that this tunnel has a mind of its own.
All of a sudden there's a renewed interest in our department among management and other teams. I was called from land today, by some corporate decider who was 'proud of my work' and 'wished me the best of luck'. I try not to harbor ill will, and it's probably best I ignore it all anyway. I will say, though, that for me personally it's quite disconcerting to have this stable tunnel into the sixth dimension, albeit isolated, open. Of course we're afraid to close it because it'll likely be hell to open it up again, but I don't know how much I'm all right with just having something like that constantly open, as I sleep, only a mile or two below me. The fields will do their job, but sheesh, it gets to me somehow.
As a matter of fact, we dined together last night. This was after the tunnel had been active and isolated for a day or so, so I guess it was reasonable to assume that that's all she had on her mind; of course, it meant the world to me to actually be able to connect with her. Is it that odd that I see tunnels in her eyes? Or that maybe I'm staring into her eyes at all?
The active cut is, as I understand, likely to influence the power distribution more than any achievement the other teams are likely to procure. Dr. Seimhalt and I passed each other in one of the side corridors and he took absolutely no effort to acknowledge my existence. Maybe they are close to something, but I can't stop my own research, partly because it's not entirely my research, but also because it seems that this tunnel has a mind of its own.
All of a sudden there's a renewed interest in our department among management and other teams. I was called from land today, by some corporate decider who was 'proud of my work' and 'wished me the best of luck'. I try not to harbor ill will, and it's probably best I ignore it all anyway. I will say, though, that for me personally it's quite disconcerting to have this stable tunnel into the sixth dimension, albeit isolated, open. Of course we're afraid to close it because it'll likely be hell to open it up again, but I don't know how much I'm all right with just having something like that constantly open, as I sleep, only a mile or two below me. The fields will do their job, but sheesh, it gets to me somehow.
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